On one cool Saturday evening, Nicholas took me to the beach for a picnic; there were just few people there. He led me to a farther side of the beach, where he said we would have some privacy. It was sun set around then, the beautiful orange sun shone on us as we settled down on the sand. I threw a grape in my mouth as Nicholas poured out the wine into glasses, suddenly I noticed him gulping his wine, he has been looking a little nervous since we got here.

"Is everything alright?" I asked.

He nodded. "Sure, I’m just trying to gain some courage!"

I laughed. "Nick, it’s not even alcoholic! Besides, why do you need more courage today? Anything you want to tell me?"

He cleared his throat, "Please don't mind me, and yes I actually want to ask you something.” He started digging his hands into his pocket. Then he brought out a little black box and knelt on one knee. He opened it and my jaws fell, I saw the most beautiful diamond ring I'd ever seen.

"I love you Chidinma, we've been through so much together and I can’t think of anyone else to say this to; I want to spend the rest of my life with you and I want you to be the mother of my kids..." I was already in tears.

"Will you please marry me?" He asked.

"Yesss!" I hugged him and tears kept falling uncontrollably from my eyes. I never thought I could actually get married, at least not so soon, and definitely not to a white guy like Nicholas.

What about my parents? Well it's a relief that they've met him once when he took me to visit them; though that's not enough reason for them to easily accept him as my husband.

"What’s on your mind?” He asked.
"Well it's just my parents."

"What about them?”

"Nick I think it's going to be hard to convince them about our marriage, and come to think of it, I forgot about your parents too. Ah, theirs is going to be worse; they'll never agree to us getting married, especially your father who wants you to get married to someone else."

Nicholas smiled "You don't have to freak out on that, I’m sure it’s going to be fine. My parents are no problem and definitely  not your parents too."

I was confused. How could our parents not be a problem?  A Nigerian girl marrying an Irish boy doesn't happen frequently, and I know the kind of parents I have; a white guy is definitely not on their list for their only daughter. Two weeks later, Nicholas still seemed convinced that we'll both have our parent’s blessings, he came to my house and handed me my international passport, which he took without my notice, with a visa.

"What’s this for?" I asked.

"If we both have to go to Aba and Dublin to convince our parents, so be it."


Benedicta A. Lawrence is a young Nigerian writer who is a lover of art and nature. She is an aspiring sociologist; artist and life coach. Born in Lagos state; she is an undergraduate in the prestigious Osun State University.